Paradise Gentleman Novels & Stories

"Mr. Parson, I'm glad that we can finally meet. It's been a while." Mr. Parson looked like a handsome, brown-haired, and brown-eyed man in his forties, wearing a black, fitted tuxedo. He had an aura of prestige and elegance around him. His movements and gestures resembled those I had seen in old British historical movies. The man nodded politely, as if he was trying to hide the fact that he was carefully scanning my features while doing that. "Mr. Parson, may I introduce Lady Lilith." Kanan gestured at me with a wide grin.

One of them had raven black hair while the other was a redhead. Nate, the award winning playboy with record breaking flirtmanship, wasted no time unloading his charms as the raven haired woman handed him his glass and I was left contemplating about asking specifically for the male waiters next time around. Because this man could never give up an opportunity to flirt and then proceed things further with any female species who have completed their puberty. And that too, in this very room, no matter who was in presence. He was annoyingly obsessed with this particular room in the club and would never leave this place, nor the ladies.

Isabella asked him in a very formal manner that it looks like she’s interviewing him for a new position in a company. “Well, besides that I’m also the CEO of Paradise Destinations. I don’t know if you heard of it but we basically arranged the trip for the customers to achieve their travel goals with this list of beautiful destinations, things to do, best places to visit, tourist spots, attractions, and more.” He replied proudly.

"Say that again." "Say what?" "Who's a gentleman?" "Robert, of course. Why?" Grayson looked at her with his lips pressed into a thin line. Belle said, "Don't you think he's a gentleman? He has strict moral values and is a loyal person. He's unapologetic and noble, too. Isn't that the very definition of being a gentleman?" Grayson looked at her unhappily. "What am I, then?" "What do you mean?"

They looked like agents or bodyguards and I was almost tempted to slam the door in their faces and run at that moment. "Good evening Miss. We are sorry for coming this way but our boss requests your presence at the Paradise restaurant. It's past 8 already and he does not like being kept waiting." The large man amongst the pair said. Oh, did I forget to mention that I completely snubbed the message I had received from my "boss"? I knew men like him. I dated one already and was still trying to get over that. Did he think he could win me over by sending a dress? I scoffed.

“You raised me to be ashamed of my own body? Stellar parenting. I’m not possessed. I’m just horny. There’s a difference.” Dad slammed the Bible onto my dresser with a heavy thud. “We’ve prayed. We’ve fasted. This is beyond us now. Father Francis is the only one strong enough. We’re taking you for deliverance tonight.” Father Francis. A wicked thrill shot through me. I’d noticed him at Mass—tall, broad-shouldered beneath those robes, with a deep, resonant voice and intense eyes that looked like they carried the weight of every secret sin in the parish. Early forties, handsome in that tortured, celibate way. The kind of man who probably hadn’t touched a woman in years.

So, he hurriedly said respectfully, “Master Wade!” Charlie nodded slightly as he said, “Thank you for making the trip here. Sorry for the trouble.” Isaac was flattered as he said, “What are you saying? You don’t have to be so polite with me.” As he spoke, Isaac hurriedly took out two custom-made Shangri-La premium envelopes from his pocket before he handed them over to Charlie as he said respectfully, “Master Wade, these are two unlimited Shangri-La Spa VIP cards. It is a small token of appreciation from me to Madam Parker and your wife!”

I sense intrigue on his tongue, I don’t deviate, instead I turn to where his breath stands, lean into his face, so we’re nearly nose to nose and whisper seductively to match his unorthodox attitude “ a runaway bride would need an escort. I seem to be short of those, besides, it would have to be in a style that would attract enough attention that will keep this town talking for a century. So unless you plan on being an accomplice and giving me a match I suggest we finish this cigar in silence. You are crashing my garden party after all sir” The man stays still where we stand. Studying my eyes. My gosh he has light green eyes that I’m lusting after right now while trying to to keep it together

When these ladies realized that the young lady was the lady boss seeing how the man was smiling lovingly at her they couldn’t help but cuss at Enchantia silently. “I will only look at you and not someone else.” “You better or this will be the last day we get to live on this earth,” she said and sent another glare at the woman in yellow with a huge chest. Enchantia truly hated women who seduce others with huge chests, thinking of her own she was so angry that she kissed Keaton for two minutes straight before giving that lady a smirk and closed her eyes. The lady in yellow was so angry but when she saw a cold gaze directed at her from the man, she felt a sense of danger and quickly ended her c

Leah asked again. "Come in, it's just not the same because it's just a different number or sentence," replied Allen. "Thank goodness, Len. Oh yes, Mr. Zeyn is nice, I salute him and it's rare for a sincere guy like that." Allen just smiled, Lea is right, Mr. Zeyn is a sincere man and he is lucky to meet a man like Zeyn because, in times like this, there are very few sincere men like Zeyn.